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Your mother made you wear WHAT?
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.thikasabrik - I've just re-read your question & was in fits of laughter - those sleeves!
Revshirls - your shopping trolley story made me chuckle too. Way back in ''77 when we moved to a house near the town, my dear Mum bought me a tan coloured shopping trolley on wheels. I showed my appreciation with a kiss & a hug, then promptly put it in the loft. It moved with us again in '83 & is still in the loft.
Now I'm approaching 58, it may be time to start using it, but 'no way jose!
Bless you Mum -x-
tight ill fitting white jumpers that you could see through - embarrassing for a little girl in flower print undershirts! - made out of cheap scratchy material a cross between granny's left over yarn and hay. also, pink knee length pants that ended in a bow (horror!) and numerous skirts that the boys would try to look under as i walked up the school steps. traumatic!
Liberty bodices.Oh my god!
At school we were obliged to wear 60 denier stockings with a seam up the back in a horrible shade called "Sun Mist" .Ladder them at your peril.Mine always had blobs of nail varnish creeping up the sides!!
I used to pull them out on one side and get a clip round the ear for my trouble! when I did manage to keep them in they were curled round mothers finger which was wetted with Todilocks and then a great bow plonked on top of my head.Then on went the white socks ,pleated skirt and bolero and woe betide me if I got them dirty.All this just to visit my Nan round the corner!!
I used to have plaits with great big bows on the end. My mother used to plait so tightly that I looked as if I had a face lift and it gave me a headache. On special occasions I was allowed a pony tail, but was never able to wear it loose. The freedom of having my hair cut into a pudding bowl at 11 was wonderful.
I also remember the tremendous arguments in shoe shops, but I always had to give in and wear Clarks lace ups in the winter and Clarks sandals in the summer. I so wanted some pretty shoes.
Bless our mothers, they meant so well.